Chapter: 961
He had spent years perfecting that last attack, and no one had ever managed to stop it. Even Geoffrey Vaughn had lost to that attack, so he thought that he’d be able to defeat Terry with the same attack. However, Terry had stopped his attack, which should be strong enough to pierce through armor and cripple someone, with nothing but his body. And Terry was terrifyingly calm about it.
"Is this all you’ve got? How disappointing." Terry shook his head.
"Don’t be so full of yourself. I don’t believe you’re immune to all physical attacks!" Verdant Phantom gritted his teeth before stabbing Terry with full force.
A mighty stream of true energy flowed out of his body and into his spear, turning its tip bright red.
"Rot in hell!" Verdant Phantom yelled before driving his spear into Terry’s chest.
A loud clang rang out instantly.
Terry seemed unfazed by the attack. On the contrary, the other man’s spear had bent under the force.
"That’s it?" Terry smirked. He grabbed hold of the spearhead and clenched his fist. Metal creaked under his grip as he broke the other man’s spear.
"What?" Verdant Phantom was appalled. He never imagined that Terry would be unscathed after receiving his strongest attack. Their power difference was too great!
"You’re too weak. Go back and practice for a few more years." Terry threw the bent spear aside and planted a foot into the abdomen of Verdant Phantom, who groaned as his body flew backward before slamming into a wall and passing out on impact.
In the end, Verdant Phantom lost!
"Well done!"
"Woo-hoo!"
After a pause, applause and roars of approval rang out. Terry’s strength had earned him the audience’s respect.
Verdant Phantom? So what? And what if that man defeated Geoffrey Vaughn? He had still lost to Terry.
"As expected of Terry Doyle. He got rid of Verdant Phantom so easily."
"No wonder he’s ranked thirteenth on The Heavenly Immortals."
How were they going to win against a monster like Terry?
"What do you think of Terry’s performance, Sir Paul?" Phil was beaming from ear to ear after witnessing his son’s outstanding show.
"Not bad. He’s a talented one indeed." Paul gave a small smile.
"I have a feeling that he will become a Grandmaster martial artist in the next decade."
Paul’s words shocked everyone. Grandmaster martial artists were extremely rare. Even in Balerno, where several hundred million people resided, there had only ever been five Grandmaster martial artists. And each of them had made a name for themselves with their strength.